Night of 25TH

Alternate Ending Part 5: From Fan Forever

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The next morning, Anya woke up before Shubman. She looked over and saw him sprawled across the bed, his long hair falling over his eyes, and his pink lips occasionally blowing out small puffs of air as he slept.

Anya couldn't help but smile at the sight. He looked so peaceful and boyish, a stark contrast to the strong, protective figure he usually was. She gently reached out, brushing his hair away from his face, careful not to wake him. His peaceful expression made her heart swell with affection. For a moment, she just watched him, taking in every the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the slight furrow in his brow that disappeared as she smoothed it with her thumb.

Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead, whispering, "I love you, Manny,"

When Anya woke up, she felt more energized than she had in days. After a quick, refreshing bath, she decided to surprise Shubman with breakfast in bed.

As Anya cooked a hearty Indian breakfast, her hair was pulled back into a neat bun to keep it out of her way. The aroma of spices filled the kitchen as she expertly prepared dishes, her movements quick and purposeful. She set the table with a mix of traditional favorites-fluffy parathas, spicy curries, and fresh fruit. Once everything was ready, she carefully arranged it on a tray, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the thought of surprising Shubman. With a warm smile, she carried the tray back to the bedroom, eager to see his reaction.

Anya placed the tray on the side table and leaned over Shubmam, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Manny, wake up," she whispered softly.

Shubman stirred at the soft kiss and the gentle nudge. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked up at Anya, a sleepy smile forming on his lips. "Morning already?" he murmured, still half-dreaming.

Anya grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've got a surprise for you." She gestured to the tray on the side table, filled with a delicious spread of Indian breakfast.

Shubman's eyes widened as he took in the sight. "You did all this?"

Anya nodded, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. "I wanted to start the day with something special. Thought you could use a treat."

Shubman sat up, holding her gently. "Chucky, you're still weak. I could have cooked for you."

Anya widened her eyes smiling and playfully squeezed his cheek. "Chill, I'm feeling better today. I wanted to do this. It's my way of showing appreciation for everything you've done being my cook, my caretaker, and my everything since we got here."

Shubma pouted, pulling her close for a kiss. Anya stopped him gently. "First, brush and then all the kisses. No need for more germs to make me sick."

Shubman nodded, taking her hand and pressing a soft kiss to it. "Sure, love." He smiled, understanding and complying with her request.

Shubman hurried inside to freshen up, his mind on the breakfast waiting outside. Once cleaned, he returned to the bedroom and saw the breakfast neatly laid out on the balcony. Anya was standing there, looking out at the morning sky, her face lighting up as she saw him approach.

She turned to him with a playful smile, ready for the morning kiss she had been waiting for. Shubman grinned and closed the distance, giving her a tender kiss before they sat down to enjoy their meal together.

They enjoyed their meal together, savouring the breakfast Anya had prepared. Afterwards, they video-called their parents to give them an update on Anya's health.